sculpture

Thursday morning, the Internet began flooding with reports of a UFO sighting in Union Square. Onlookers gawked at this UFO (unidentified fat object), with its furious brow, bulbous translucent flesh, and teeny-tiny weenie. They took plenty of pictures and shared them online because, why, the sculpture looked a lot like a naked Donald Trump. Because that’s what the UFO sculpture depicts: a naked Donald Trump.

Brave the cold just a little longer, for we have so much art to see this week. Talks abound, from B. Wurtz on the history of sculpture to Winkleman Gallery’s panel on African-Americans in Soviet culture. We have openings, like a feminist sound art retrospective at CUNY and Greenpoint’s winter open studios night. Round out Sunday with a Genesis Breyer P-Orridge film-screening and book launch at PS1 and we’ll call it a week. Just grin and bear it.

Life is a shit hole to be laughed at. So goes the M.O. I imagine for Gavin Kenyon, who, in his latest show at Ramiken Crucible, departs from his painstakingly modeled, homicidal axes, to engage in process-based work. The result is a dynamic and visceral show that draws attention to Kenyon’s caustic, dry wit and his ability to create a sense of bleak isolation.

Bill Bollinger disappeared from the art scene in the mid-1970s and passed away in relative obscurity a decade later. A career retrospective at the Sculpture Center, up through the end of the summer, makes a convincing case for his reappraisal.